Autumn Benevolent – Bombay, November 2002

Fall days creep by

Under a seething autumn sky

Clouds of lavender and tangerine

Look more benevolent than they seem.

 

On my frail and fragile chassis

Rests a sheath as gold as molasses.

There are wings where arms were flaying

There is stillness where faith was straying.

 

But in this great expanse and divide

Between the you and the I

My universe lays; an unconfined space

A bitter and unfamiliar place.

 

The yawn of an era stretched over a chasm

Serendipity jerked like a meteor, a spasm:

Your return could never be.

I grew the wings but set you free.

 

Who I am and all that is

Is reason for my name, chrysalis.

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